Red

(A/N: yosh! I made it.*pumps fists in the air* XDD



lots of love to my beta annieme for betaing this for me in the middle of the night, coz I`m a demanding bitch and wanted it back as soon as possible. I`m sorry wifey.. I love you!*kisses*



oh.. and I dunno why i keep making sasuke act like a dick? coz I like sasuke. I really do! I understand sasuke logic.. its a rare gift I have.lol! but still.. i keep making him this cold OOC bastard. (yes, I know he is kinda OOC here.. :P)



meh.. I hope you liked. I`ll be going away to L.A for three weeks this saturday. so you won`t hear from me in a while.. but revs ar all appretiated.



I`ll miss you all bunches! *kiss*





potions pet:I`m sending a mail now. *winks* thnx for the rev.



anon:yay! I`m glad you liked it..





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The snakes lair did reek of death. Gaara had felt it stronger and stronger the closer they got to the dark building. That tingling in the air, making his hair stand on edge. The streets fell more and more silent, less and less people drifting past the tinted car windows. Business men and women, replaced by junkies and prostitutes. That lost look in their eyes..he had been here before... after the memory loss. He swallowed and averted his eyes from the red dumpster in one of the back alleys. There wouldn’t be a girl there now.. he knew that. But still. He didn’t want to look.



The streetlights were dimming, almost like they had crossed an invisible border. The buildings were crumbling here.. the windows broken and the paint flossing of the facades from lack of maintenance. Nothing, no one was out on the streets.. so empty, so.. wrong.



“Where are all the people?” Gaara’s voice was a hushed whisper. His breath fanning on the cold window.



Kankuro looked over to him and turned down the volume of the music, deeming it safe, despite the look that was drifting behind Gaara’s eyes. “No one wants to be here little brother, it’s not safe with monsters like us as neighbours.”



“Are we really that bad?” Gaara frowned over how cheesy that sounded. It didn’t feel right leaving his mouth.



“No.. we’re not. But you have to remember that we have been here for a long time, and during that time we have been turned into the bogeyman. It’s only natural to shy away from things dark and unknown.” Kankuro didn’t voice his last thought. It just floated naturally to his mind, but he kept silent. ‘Besides, you used to come here with your sand.’ It was true, if you looked closer, you could see traces of the little blood red grains in the broken cement of the buildings.



Gaara hummed in approval at that, it all felt so strange to him. They all lived here? This used to be his home. He stared up at the buliding. A big mural of a giant black snake with crimson red eyes eating its tail covering the whole wall. It’s hide glistened of gold in the turn of the coils, making it look that much more real.



So much for discretion.



Kankuro pressed a button on his steering wheel and a hatch Gaara hadn’t noticed groaned in it’s metallic way before it lazily rolled up to reveal an entrance, obviously an underground garage. The darkness swallowed them for a moment before they entered a parking lot. The spaces were filled with tricked out cars, only the newest models, one more expensive than the next.

"Do we all live here?"



Kankuro glanced over at Gaara as he parked his car in it’s slot. “No.. we don’t ‘live’ here. Sure we have our own rooms and stuff, but we also have our own appartments outside of here. But this is where we meet, and hang out. It’s more like a..” Kankuro rubbed the back of his neck before he stifled a laugh.. “I guess you could call it the club house.”



“Like a tree house?” Gaara smiled softly at Kankuro



A loving laugh filled the now silent car, before Gaara was pulled into a bone crushing hug again. He just let himself get pulled in, basking in the warm feeling it gave him, ignoring the hand brake that was digging into his hip bone.



“You know.. You don’t have to ask Sasuke about all these things you’re wondering about. Maybe I can help? After all I am your brother, and I’ve known you longer than him...”



“Yeah.. I know, it’s just that. I don’t know... I just have to talk to him. But thank you.”



Gaara missed the pained look that drifted over Kankuro’s face for the briefest of moments as he stepped out into the cool garage air, the fumes of gasoline and oil hanging lazily around them.

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Gaara was sitting in Sasuke’s room, the raven had been in his apartment sleeping when they got here, but Kankuro had called him and he was on his way. Gaara felt stupid from not thinking about that. It was so early still, and people were still just filling in their offices and various jobs. He glanced at the clock on the night stand. 6:23am, Kakashi would be at work now..



He sighed and swallowed down the raw feeling of guilty consience muddling his mind. He needed to do this. He needed to find himself. His place in this world. He knew Kankuro had offered, but somehow he felt only Sasuke could help him. He only wished Sasuke could have been here when he arrived. That would have made this easier. Given him less time to think about the situation.



But right now it was only Gaara and that sickening silence that hung over a stranger’s room. He felt like he didn’t have the right to touch anything. Everything seemed so clean, almost untouched. It was clear that Sasuke barely spent any time in here.



The walls were painted that cream white that you can find in almost every new appartment, but in here one wall were covered in a patterned wallpaper of black and grey sakura trees, with red sakura flowers blooming on the crooked branches. It was nice, gave the room a bit more personality.



On another wall, several katanas and swords hung proudly.



He couldn’t find any pictures. Not a single one.



The big king-sized bed looked almost like it had never been used, the sheets perfectly smooth, not a wrinkle in sight on the black fabric.



It looked soft...



Gaara rose from the black leather chair he had sat in and walked over to the bed, letting his hand feel the texture, it was soft.



He laid down and burried his head in the pillow. A little disappointed when he accepted that it smelled clean. And only clean, no lingering smell from his "lover". He scoffed and rolled over to lie on his back, staring up at the white surface. Thinking about the people he had just met.



Gaara hadn’t expected this, this place.. these people. And certainly not the response he got.



The first reaction he had gotten when he walked in the door leading to the main room, only a couple of steps behind Kankuro had been.. weird. The few people present.. only three, had only stared at him. The white haired one, with two red dots between his brows and a red line under each aqua eye was the only one to nod at him. The remaining two had said nothing, done nothing.. almost like they were holding their breaths. But Gaara knew they weren’t. He could see the silent calculating behind their eyes. how they measured him, almost like they were waiting for something.



Gaara had gotten tired from the pointless staring after only a couple of minutes, if they weren’t going to say anything, he wouldn’t bother to either.. Instead he lifted his gaze to study the gigantic room he had been led into..



He had been led up the stairs, from the garage in the cellar, into this huge open room. And it was clear that this used to be an old factory of some sort. Just the sheer size of the room almost intimidating. It seemed like the walls were once painted a dull grey, but now they were covered in graffiti. Not the cheap, simple kind. But huge murals. Breathtaking works of art, huge and mind swallowing in their beauty. Giving the room soul.



Gaara had had some trouble dragging his eyes away from one in particular. It portrayed a lonely japanese samurai, in his traditional outfit, black and red armour.. with a katana grasped between his hands. He was sitting on a mountain side, with huge dragon like kois and sakura petals flowing around him. But the thing that irked him, was the samurai’s eyes..wild and blood red, with three black tears circling his iris. His black hair, long and wild. And there was something familiar about him. yes... Gaara knew this man. Had seen him before. And that was comforting.. to feel something irking his tired mind.



There were two sets of stairs that lead up to the second wing, parallel to each other. A platform of some sort serving as floor, only a fence separating you from a free fall straight down to the hard cement beneath, several doors could be seen along the walls. Each one numbered, from 0-23.. Gaara had frowned.. Why would someone number their doors?



There were a little sitting area almost in the middle of the room, several chairs and couches standing alongside each other, everyone somewhat facing a huge section of the wall where Weezer’s ‘Pork and beans’ was playing, the music from the video blasting over the darkly lit room. It just didn’t fit..



Weren’t these boys supposed to be ruthless killers? Gaara let his eyes drift over the three people sitting huddled together in the couch again, they had turned around again to face the wall where the music videos were showing, sharing a pizza, drinking some beer, while they were talking animatedly. Seemingly forgotten all about his presence..



Gaara didn’t miss the kunai ready in one of the boy’s hand.. the shifting glances he got from the other.. only the white haired one appearing comfortable.



They didn’t trust him? Why?







He didn’t get time to think about it more as sleep tugged at his mind, his body heavy in the bed.. reminding him how tired he really was.



Two little thoughts, a pair of grey eyes.. danced through his head as he let himself drown in the heavy feeling making him almost dizzy. ‘I wonder what Kakashi is doing now? Is he thinking about me?’





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Sasuke had to smile when he walked into his room to find the redhead slumbering on his bed. He was lying perfectly straight, on his back.. with his hands sprawled over his head. Oh yes, it was a perfetctly provocative position. And with those -oh- so- soft looking lips just slightly parted. Holy fuck.. Sasuke could feel his dick harden. He just had to, just had to.. no chance of stopping.. he had to crawl over that beauty. To hover with his face inches over that dozing angel’s. To trace that jawline with his tongue, before tasting those lips. He wanted to make those slender hips grind up into him, and those long slender legs wrapped around his waist. Oh god, how long had he wanted that?



Never had he been this close to getting what he wanted from Gaara. Never had he had the silent paranoid killer sleeping in his presence.. looking so serene.



He smirked as he padded over to the bed, unzipping his jacket and letting it fall to the floor. He kept his pants and shirt on.. didn’t want to startle the redhead too much when he woke up, Sasuke just hoped he slept better now than before. If this had been before, he wouldn’t even had time to step into the room before that dreaded sand would have enveloped him with crushing force. That was an another thing they all knew in The Snakes.. never sneak up on Gaara while he’s sleeping. It was generally a bad idea.



True... he had learned to control his beast good enough so that he could sleep.. with a little help from Madara that was. The elder Uchiha had placed a series of ‘locks’ in Gaara’s mind, as a reinforcement to the seal.. keeping the monster at bay.



But still.. a very bad idea.



Gods.. Gaara smelled so good. Excotic.. of sandalwood and cinnamon. So good... and he felt so warm under Sasuke’s body as the raven crawled over the sleeping figure ever so careful not to wake him. He nipped carefully at Gaara’s jaw, the excitement of it and the taste of Gaara sending little tingles down his spine, pooling in his stomach. He felt the redhead stir then, a little grunt escaping those soft lips. The breathing coming out just a bit faster. Sasuke moved up the last inches to stare into twin pools the colour of shallow shores in white sand. He could drown in those eyes.. and now. Now with the memories gone, the real Gaara lost.. they looked at him with wonder and confusion. Not that hate and anger, loneliness that always lingered there.



“Sa-Sasuke?” Ah yes.. that voice. So, so sweet.. so innocent and the way he nearly gasped his name. HIS name.. rolling from that tongue.. Shit! Sasuke had to swallow twice, letting his head drop to rest in the nook of Gaara’s shoulder before he raised himself again. Slightly thrilled that Gaara hadn’t pushed him off.. yet.



“I’m glad you came." He smiled softly, leaning his forehead against Gaara’s, their noses barely touching. He would have to take this slow.. if he didn`t want to scare the redhead away that was. Internally, his mind was screaming at him to claim those lips, to touch this body under him, to rip of the clothes and just plunge into the tight hole. Gods, he needed to fuck Gaara. Needed Gaara to let him fuck him, needed Gaara to milk his cock, like he had seen Gaara done with that doctor.He was a sick fuck and he knew it, spying on the redhead like that. But oh god! It had been worth it. To see this cold face contorted in ecstasy.



He felt a pang of jealousy that it hadn’t been him that had made the redhead feel like that. But by gods, he was going to change that now. Oh yes, he could feel how Gaaras body was reacting to him, how something was forming hard against his thigh.. could hear how Gaara’s breath became more and more shallow, his eyes glazing over. Sasuke licked his lips and leaned down.. oh so carefully. Never breaking eye contact.



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Sasuke’s mouth felt so soft against his, he could smell sasuke’s breath of mint. But he knew he would taste anything but cool. They weren’t touching..yet. It was just a soft press of lips. But at the same time so much more than that. And it made Gaara’s body shake with anticipation. Little thrills of electricity making him gasp gently into the raven’s mouth, leaning up just a little more.. and then a cool finger touched his face, caressing his cheek, just the way Kakashi used to do, tucking a red lock behind his ear. And narcotic waves of lust and regret drifted through him, and he pulled back. Just to let his head rest on the soft bed again, thankful that the raven didn’t follow.. But there was something in that gaze. Something dark and heavy, electricity stil lingering between them.



He felt like devouring those lips again, and he wanted the raven to fuck him. But a pair of smiling eyes wouldn’t let him go.. wouldn’t let him rest. He couldn’t do this.. not to Kakashi.. he had already gone too far. Even if he knew what he had gone to.. even if he had wanted this so badly, still did.



He took a deep breath and turned his head away, stopping his movements.. letting his hands drop down. “I-I’m sorry.. I can’t”



“Can’t what?”



“I-I’m sorry. I can’t do this..” Gaara swallowed hard. His body was aching for this boy lying on top of him, craving for that hot body pressing his own down into the soft mattress.. he could feel every curve and muscle working deliciously against him. And when Sasuke dropped his head to lick at his jawline, his neck.. just behind his ear, all the while grinding his hips down to rub a hard erection over his own.. Goosebumps raised all over his neck. a shudder racking his body, his hips rolling against that fucking amazing feeling on raw instinct.



‘Fuck!’ He had to struggle to snap out of it, but managed with a sneer to push the raven to roll over to lie beside him.



His breath came out laboured and he had to take several deep breaths while he covered his eyes to get the image of Sasuke’s lust filled eyes out from his vision grasping for control over his hormone ridden body. “I can’t fuck you Sasuke..”



“No... I was thinking maybe I could fuck you...”



“No! Sasuke..I- I’m sorry. I can’t. I-I have a boyfriend.”



He could hear Sasuke sigh heavily beside him before a strong arm wrapped around his torso, pulling him close. “I’m sorry Gaara, I didn’t mean to push you like that.. It’s just that I miss you so much. I crave for you.. your body.” Sasuke buried his nose in Gaara’s neck again..taking a deep breath “And oh god.. I’ve missed your smell so bad. I’ve missed your touch, your taste..”



Gaara turned his head to look at the raven. He had a solemn look on his face, a sad smile tugging at his lips. He wanted this so bad. He wanted to drown in those eyes. It was sick, but he wanted to sleep with Sasuke.. just to see if it felt familiar. He remembered the first time he and Kakashi had sex. He was certain that he had never felt so good. That his body had never known pleasure like that. But he had.. or at least, Sasuke claimed he had. But could he trust the raven?



He couldn’t cheat on Kakashi..no, he just couldn’t do that..



He stared into those eyes again. “I-I can’t Sasuke.. I’m sorry I strung you on like this.. But, I just can’t do that to Kakashi..”



He stared up into those eyes and saw how the love seeped away from them. A darker aura rising from the man lying beside him. “You sure baby?”



He didn’t like this.. this new feeling coming from Sasuke.. this wasn’t how things were supposed to go.. He had to repress the mocking laugh in the back of his head, the monster whispering silently.. ‘Never trust Uchiha bastards little one.. you two were never lovers.’ Sickness licked the back of his tongue, anger rising fast in his chest. Sasuke had tricked him. And stupid, stupid!! Gaara had let him.



“Yeah..” The words sounded bitter... “I’m sure.”



“Even if I told you that I could get your memories back?”



Gaara turned his head and stared at the smirking raven, flinching only a little when Sasuke reached out to trace his lips with a thumb. He tried to read if the raven was lying again. He probably was.. but how the hell could Gaara know?



“Just...watch, look at me baby.”



Sasuke’s black eyes bled into crimson,three black tears spinning madly in the red, and as Gaara stared into those eyes he felt a strange pull to his mind. Vivid flashes of something that could be memories was dragged from his whitest blackness in a sickingly slow motion. It felt like slugs were crawling through his eyes. He jerked his head back, closing his eyes to force the boggling sensation away.



He could see a girl, her hair was blonde.. and he knew her. ‘Temari?’ Confusion swallowed him mometarily as more fleeting images flowed through his head. Just out of grasp, vague colours and distant sounds.. almost there, just almost.



He scoffed, frowning as he tried to remember more. But it wasn’t there.. only almost.



A dark chukkle ripped him back to the present. Sasuke had propped his head up on a hand and was staring at him with a dark gaze. “I’ll give you the rest after I’ve fucked you..”



Gaara frowned. He was kidding? Right... he couldn’t mean it. Anger was rising fast within the redhead. Something ugly swirling in his chest. He couldn’t be fucking serious? Sasuke had been able to give him his memories back all along?? Could fucking restore all he had lost that easily? Had just played him like some stupid little rag doll? What the hell?! And now? Now.. he expected Gaara to willingly sleep with him?



How fucking retarded could someone get?!



Gaara was fuming with anger as he got up from the bed. There was no way! In hell!! He was going to sleep with the little prick now.. He felt so stupid. To have fell for that. And why the hell hadn’t Kankuro warned him?



He didn’t say anything. He didn’t feel it should be needed. Sasuke should be able to read him well enough to know that the answer was a definite ‘No!’



“Don’t turn your back on me baby.. remember.. you don’t have your sand here now.”



Gaara didn’t even acknowledge that he had heard him... like he could fucking remember to use the sand anyhow.. how the hell was that going to help? Sand?! He heard people talk about the fucking sand all the time.. But what the fuck could he do with it? Make sandcakes and throw them at people? He growled as he reached for the door handle, the anger eating his insides. He wanted to turn around and just split that fucker in two.. But he didn’t stand a chance and he knew it.. So he would go and make someone else help him.. yeah.. first priority:get memory back.. second: go fuck Kakashi... third: kill Sasuke.



Something thin wrapped around his neck.. and he was jerked back with violent force. The metallic thread eating into his flesh. It all happened too fast for his mind to keep up with, but he was tossed onto the bed, and he barely had time to get a grip on his body before Sasuke was on him again. Tying that thin, flesh gnawing string around his wrists. Securing them to the headboard.



Gaara screamed in rage and tried to kick the raven sitting on top of him. But there was no chance. Sasuke was just out of reach. He managed to knock his knee into the raven’s back though.. but Sasuke didn’t even flinch. He just finished tying the blue wire around his wrists before he landed a hard slap to Gaara’s face. The sting making Gaara stiffen for a second, before his efforts to get loose doubled.



It didn’t take long before crimson started flowing down his wrists. Gaara stopped then and just stared at Sasuke with a icy glare..death promised in those aqua eyes. Had this been a couple of months ago, Sasuke might have shivered. “Let. Me. Go.”



No.. I told you.. I will have you Gaara. It’s either now or never.” Gaara clenched his jaw and strained his muscles as Sasuke leaned down to lick at his ear, nibbling on the flesh. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you.. how long I’ve wanted to feel you. I really hoped I wouldn’t have to go this far. But you leave me with no choice.. If I let you walk out that door. I risk you to coming back with your memories. And then I can never have you.”



Gaara sneered and turned his head to spit at Sasuke’s face. But Sasuke stopped him. Gripping his jaw hard enoigh to bruise. “Spit at me and I will break you...”



“Fuck you..If you do this.. I will kill you.”



“Oh.. I have no doubt you’ll try Gaara. Only problem is.. I can’t die.”



“No.. but you can still feel pain.”



Sasuke didn’t even see it coming, but Gaara managed to wrench his head free, almost breaking his jaw in the process before he bit Sasuke’s finger. Clamping his teeth down on the flesh between the thumb and the forefinger, ripping a part clean off, blood trickling down from the wound.



Sasuke jerked his hand back, gripping it protectively with the other.. but he didn’t look angry, only a bit shocked and.. proud?



“That’s my Gaara.. not the one to give without a fight ne?” Sasuke was bold enough to move down to lick at Gaara’s jaw, jerking his head back as Gaara snapped after him, a feral growl coming from his throat. He was breathing heavily and still trying to break free even if it must have hurt like a bitch.



Moving down.. Sasuke tied chakra string to the fuming redhead’s feet, around the ankles, forcing them apart.



“NO! Don’t do this.. I told you NO!”



“It’s a bit late now...isn’t it, Red chan?”



“Don’t you dare call me that.. “ Gaara stared at Sasuke as defiant as ever..



“Why? Is it reserved for Kakashi dear?.. You know, I could get rid of him if I wanted to..”



A power surge went through Gaara’s body then, the thought of Sasuke hurting Kakashi giving him new strength and he buckled his hips up as he tried to pull his legs free, the strings eating into his skin there too. And it hurt. So, so much.. but he didn’t care. He couldn’t.. he wouldn’t let Sasuke rape him.



Sasuke didn’t say a thing as he started to shred Gaaras clothes with a kunai, he only watched fascinated as pale flesh was revealed. An angry red colour creeping up Gaara’s neck as he tried to jerk himself free one last time. But it finally seemed like he accepted his fate when he suddenly settled down. His body limp as he turned his head and looked away, closing his eyes.







Sasuke leaned down then and kissed the taut stomach. Gods.. it was so smooth, so soft.. the skin felt almost untouched. He moved down to follow a small trail of red curls dissapearing down under the waistband of Gaara’s black boxers. The jeans had been the first thing to be shredded and ripped off, thrown to the floor.



“MMmm..I wonder how big you are?” And there it was.. the first sob. Oh so silent. More a hitch to his stomach, no sound.. but it was there. “Now, now Red chan.. I didn’t think you’d break this soon.”



“Don’t fucking call me that.. I’m not a girl..”



“Oh no?” Sasuke smirked and pulled the boxers down Gaara’s legs, cutting it so he could throw it away. “Oh my.. guess you’re not. But you do have a deliciously tight hole.” He sucked a finger into his mouth, slicking it up before he circled Gaara’s opening a couple of times, dipping it in teasingly.



“Ah yes.. a tight little fuck hole. Oh my.. just feel how it swallows my finger Red kun.. it seems you want me.” Sasuke pushed his finger all the way in, loving the way Gaara’s body sucked it in. “Mmm, so tight Red..” He angled his finger to find Gaara’s prostate, and smirked as a involuntary shudder wracked through Gaara’s body a muffled “aghaah..” hushed by the redhead.



Sasuke kept rubbing against that spot, forcing Gaara’s body to react.. he sucked Gaara’s swelling member into his mouth and let it grow in his mouth. Loving the way it felt so hot in his mouth. “MmM..” He started bobbing his head while he added a second finger, oh so carefully. He didn’t want to hurt the redhead. Oh no, not like that.. not yet.



He smiled as another muffled groan left Gaara’s mouth, as the redhead’s hips jerked up.



He stretched Gaara’s tight little hole some more, using lube he had in his pocket to stretch it more. By the time he deemed the redhead streched enough, Gaara was panting and rocking his hips up into his mouth. Little shivers running thorugh that lithe body.



“Don’t come yet Red kun.. I want to be inside you when you clench that beautiful ass for me.” Gaara looked away in shame and tried to hide his face. But Sasuke took a hold on his chin, rubbing his thumb over the bruise forming there. “No, I want you to look at me as I enter you.” He forced Gaara’s head so teal eyes stared at him. So much anger and hurt there. Pure rage boiling behind that teal surface.



Gaara closed his eyes, refusing to obey the raven.. it was bad enough that his body had decided to react. There was no way in hell he would do as the fucker said.



“All right.. we’ll do it your way..” With that Sasuke plunged into him in one hard thrust, ripping Gaara’s insides, the pain made him open his eyes in shock, tears brimming on the black, a little whine escaping him. He cursed himself and clenched his jaw, shutting his eyes. He refused to give the bastard the pleasure of seeing his weakness.. it hurt! So damn much.. not so much physical pain. The burning in his ass he could take. It was the burning in his heart that hurt most..



He was getting dirty. And he had wanted this at first. How could he ever have wanted this bastard? What the fuck was he thinking? He cried out as Sasuke tugged at his arms, the wire digging further into his flesh. “Look at me!”



“Fuck you!”



The slap rung in his ears, but he refused to look.



“Look at me, or I’ll have your precious doctor killed before nightfall..”



Gaara opened his eyes and stared at the raven, trying his best to hold back his tears. And oh god.. Sasuke had slowed down. Only thrusting carefully in and out of him. swirling his hips.. his cockhead was massaging that bundle of nerves again, and to Gaara’s horrorifcation, it was starting to feel good again.



He could feel something buliding in his stomach, and his cock was swelling.. Sasuke’s hand expertedly jerking it back to life.



A moan like sob escaped Gaara’s lips. Sasuke was sweating, a light sheen covering his pale skin. His muscles working as he swayed over Gaara. He was concentrating on not to come. He couldn’t come. Had to get Gaara to clench that ass first. He wanted, no needed to feel how it felt to have his cock milked by this amazing little tight hole.



And shit! Gaara was so tight.. and he looked so fucking beautiful like this. The way those eyes seemed even more alive now. Tears trickling down his chin as he tried to hold back moans or profanities. It was hard to tell... Sasuke didn’t care.



Of course he wanted to hear the red head moan his name. But that was never going to happen, and he knew it. He had spoilt the chances of that ever to happen when the redhead realized that he had lied all along.



Ah.. and there it was, a low whine coming from the redhead’s mouth as aqua eyes rolled back, and shit, the way that face looked now.. so shameful twisted in bliss. The way that ass felt as it clenched around him. Fuck! It was better than he could have hoped for.. he felt the air leave his lungs as every muscle tensed for a second.. sparks of liquid ecstasy roaming through his body. He gasped as he emptied himself into that tight fuck hole milking his cock.



He grunted and collapsed onto the heaving chest under him. Smiling into the nook of Gaara’s neck.



“Now.. don’t tell me you didn’t like that Red chan..”



“F-fuck you..”



“Hn.. maybe another time...”



Sasuke pulled out of Gaaras hole, smirking as the redhead flinched from the feeling. He crawled up so he was eye to eye with him, leaning down to kiss those lips while Gaara was still to dazed to remember to bite. . He used his hands to hold the angelic face still, his thumbs forcing Gaara’s eyelids open before he brought forth his sharingan and gazed into Gaara’s eyes, diving into the redhead’s mind once again.



Gaara spasmed under Sasuke as wave after wave of long lost memories washed over him, his whole life passing through his frazzled mind in a matter of minutes. It was too much.. too much violence, too much pain, too many impressions to take at once. He screamed as the never ending abuse shredded what was left of his sanity. He could feel reality slipping away, and he welcomed the darkness as it swallowed him into a sea of memories. To tired to fight Sasuke’s bloodline limit as it took control.